Page 47 of Polestar
He grinned down at her barely controlled restraint.
Her self-control only seemed to slip when she was around him.
Magnus wanted Ana to lose all of it.
By the time they left for Barentia in the morning, they would be covered in each other’s scents.
There would be no more doubt for either of them, and certainly none for anyone else that might challenge their claims to each other’s bodies—or their hearts.
She didn’t know she already held his in her small hands.
Ana was the psychic one, but Magnus knew things too.
He knew, like nothing he’d ever known in his life, that she would cherish it like the fragile ice sculpture that it had become after Ulla had forced him out of his home.
Magnus also understood that as big as her heart was, so full of compassion and kindness, it was just as fragile as his own.And she wouldn’t easily give it over.She trusted him, but not enough.
“What are you grinning at?”she demanded, brow furrowed.
“You.You’re a wild hell cat and you don’t even know it.”
Ana snorted, stepping back, indignant.“I am not.”
He shrugged, his grin widening.“If you say so.”
She eyed him suspiciously as he leaned in to claim her lips again.
His tongue swiped her lip, eliciting a low moan.She leaned into his chest, forcing him back against the wall as though the mere mention of the word ‘wild’ had unlocked something in her.
Her roaming hands found his chest and abdomen, sliding ever lower.
He caught her hands before they gripped him again.Linking his fingers through hers, he spun them around, pressed her back to the wall, and pinned her hands against its surface above her head.
The motion pushed her breasts up.Her hips fell forward, pressing against his, rubbing his hard cock between their bodies.
He stilled against the sudden near-loss of his own control.
Little minx.
Magnus deepened their kiss.She grew supple against him before he moved downward, grazing his lips over her silk-covered skin, earning little gasps as he went.He nuzzled and nibbled each breast, then the valley between, dragging his nose along the flat expanse of her belly, downward still.
His hands gripped her hips as he crouched before her.Her fingers clutched his shoulders as she stared down into his face, her breath in little puffs between her parted lips.
The grin returned to Magnus’ mouth as he dragged the silk up from her thighs.
Palms on his shoulders, lifting herself away from his seeking mouth, she twisted in his grasp.She squeaked, “Magnus, I—.”
But he hushed her with a breath against the sensitive, exposed flesh below her belly button and above her mound, where he placed a kiss before looking up into her wide eyes, staring down at him.
Through his mounting desire, he registered her panicked expression at her naked vulnerability.
She’s never been properly worshiped.
With all the gentleness in his being, Magnus slid his tongue and lips over little spots on her thigh, working his way back up to her hip and across her belly.
When he glanced up again, her head had fallen back against the wall, although the pressure on his shoulders hadn’t eased.
She was afraid.
